Hetalia (Italy x Reader) a not so simple beginning

chapter 4

Holy mother effer! I lay still as i feel my leg slowly get drenched in a warm pool of red blood, bleeding my life away. Yes, countries can die, just like regular humans, but we need more damage than regular people. Damn, when I kill this guy I will make sure he pays for making a fool of me.

(3rd person pov.....deal with it)

The young girl slowly gets into a shakey, croutching position only to be kicked down by her tormentor. His face covered by a terrifying mask of some sort. The mask was definitely something from out of a horror movie, stained with ugly shades of red and a smeared black demented grin. The man grabs the girl by the hair and drags her painfully slow to the kitchen, throwing her on a table on her back. Behind the mask she can almost feel him smirking at he weaken state. He keeps his grip as he reaches for a small blade in his ominous pockets filled with evil things. The man was young based on his physical features, about 17, he is too young to do something like this, how sick the girl feels at the boy. He finally finds a switch blade and puts it dangerously close to her neck, getting close to her ear whispering.

"Tell me where the pasta boy is and you won't be choking on your own blood soon."

The girl looks shocked at his request then smiles brightly, the boy must have thought she was crazy as she laughed.

"W-wrong house, jackass" she says between laughs. The boy must have been so stupid to think that a country who absolutely loves company, was in an empty estate .

"Hahahahahaha!" she laughs hard in his face.

"W-what hehehe were you g-gonna do with the guy anyways?! Hahahahahaha kill him?! haha!"

He pushes the blade deeper into her throat drawing a single line on blood. She immediately stops laughing and is reminded of how much pain she was in before she was thrown.

"You are going to show me where he is. Take me to him" He demands with a booming voice raging in her ear. He picks her up with a large amount of strength and throws her like a rag doll across the room, he back slamming on the wall. She groans in obvious pain as she sits up feeling dizzy. Who would do this to her, she thought as she glares back at the boy.

DING DONG

The boy panics and runs to the girl picking her up in a poor choke hold.

"Now now don't struggle. We are just going to answer the door and pay your friend a nice visit." He drags her as she slowly loses consciousness. The world going black as she soon fades away in a long dark sleep.

(back to readers pov)

I am alone. Afraid. Scared. Sad. utterly and terrifyingly alone. The bed feels hard, but don't all hospital beds do? that was a rhetorical question, of course all hospital beds are hard. I can't remember how I got here, or how long I've been here. How could this happen? All these questions swimming in my brain are giving me a headache. I look out the door window and see a small nurse, I pick myself up a bit only to see how weak I have gotten, falling back down.

"ughhh!"

I lay there for what seems like hours till a visitor walks in with a vase filled with flowers. Its the boy again ,he has a oddly shaped curl on the side of his head that I didn't see before. huh what a strange boy indeed.

"H-hello? Bella you awake?" He walks to the bed looking in your eyes as you try to sit up only to be put back down by the strange man.

"No need to get up, you have been out for a few days, you must be weak." He places the vase on a table by the side of the bed. Wait did he say days?!

" How long have I been here?!" I ask a bit too harsh and scared the boy.

"t-three days! please don't hurt me!"

"I'm in a hospital, too weak to stand and you think I would hurt you? hehehe" I laugh at his naive personality, sitting up laughing a bit more when he jumps in fear, or  anticipation. He seems nice, he made me laugh and is keeping me company.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"F-feliciano"

The lights hit my eyes waking me from my slumber, I can't see anything. The light ,blinding, shown on me and a poor fella who got stuck here with me. I hope this is just some nightmare, that I'll wake up soon to a plate of nice (favorite food) and a glass of milk. What is with these people and trying to make me blind?! A mysterious person had come from behind and struck me with a gag, wait, wtf?! Its a damn cupcake! mm tastes good too!

"hehehe glad you like the cupcake, poppet.~"